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An aged crossdresser in his underwear

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David was twelve in 1958. "Things" were happening but he did not find what his pals talked about interesting. He dreamed of other things but he didn't understand why. He was a boy and, like them, he constantly had girls on his mind but apparently not in the same way. His mind was on training bra's and panties, slips and (lately) the panty girdles that he had overheard some girls talking about. Baseball, frogs and such were becoming less and less important to him.

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These have been tucked away for awhile. Do you think the lovely lacey bits might sneak down below the hem of my golf shorts? My playing partners comment when my bra strap shows. Something else to entertain them and keep me perky.

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I would be interested whether others felt like David. Did your pals have any idea you were wearing a bra and panties under that ball uniform?

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David says these cotton panties remind him of the ones he used to wear wear when he was a little boy. He has quite a few different floral prints in this same comfy style. The bralette cradles his little breasts perfectly without being too showy.

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David was never the same and this was 68 years ago.

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Sometimes, showing a bit of bra strap is good when there might be some doubt.

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Of course people noticed. I like to show what I've got. They're all mine and deserve your attention.

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What's the point if nobody sees me?